Hope and reality lie in inverse proportions.

An apology with a defense built in isn't much of an apology

No matter who you are, there is always some part of you that wishes you were someone else, and when, for a millisecond, you get that wish, it's a miracle.

How could I not have seen this coming, when I looked into your eyes and vowed to be with you forever?

There are two ways to be happy: improve your reality, or lower your expectations.

You know someone's right for you when the things they don't have to say are even more important than the things they do.

In the space between yes and no, there's a lifetime. It's the difference between the path you walk and the one you leave behind; it's the gap between who you thought you could be and who you really are; its the legroom for the lies you'll tell yourself in the future.